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Me? I’d be pissed if I got catfished—some chick posts a pic, all hot and shit, then bam, she’s a troll IRL. Like, “I ate octopus alive for this?!”—straight outta *Oldboy*. Happened to a buddy once—swore she was 25, turned out 50. Greed blinded him, man. But when it works? Oh, fuck yeah—happy as a pig in shit. Last time, this girl—legs for days—knew her worth, charged double. I’m like, “You’re tearing me apart!”—dramatic as hell, but I paid. Worth it.

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And err, not to be all corporate-slick like me, but let me drop some David Brent wisdom: "If you can smile when things go wrong, life’s a pretty good ride, eh?" So, yeah, Montgeron’s full of delightful oddities. I mean, seriously, I've lost count of how many times I've found myself "in the moment" – a bit like that scene in Before Sunset where every word is like a gem falling into your lap.

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